The Heaven’s Jailer

Seeing Liu Lang and Yin deliberately discussing the matter, Duanmu Youyin stepped back vigilantly. Since Yu Wenzhuo would have been defeated by Liu Lang at the beginning, Liu Lang must have some extraordinary tricks.

It cannot be measured solely by cultivation.

The Duanmu tribe has a group of elders whose IQ balance is often insufficient, but they still stand tall, relying on the cautiousness of the high priest Duanmu Youyin.

And this, Liu Lang also saw it.

If the overall strength of the Duanmu tribe is one hundred, then Duanmu Youyin alone will occupy 80. As long as the Duanmu Youyin hangs up, the Duanmu tribe will surely become the possession of the Zuoqiu League.

Therefore, Liu Lang told Yin to kill Duanmu Youyin, not just to talk about it.

"Duanmu Youyin, there is a sentence, I wonder if you have heard it?" Liu Lang ended the conversation with Yin, turned to Duanmu Youyin, and asked with interest.

"What is it?"

"Injured a thousand enemies, hurt yourself eight hundred." Liu Lang smiled slightly and said: "It is said that the cultivators of the Yuwen tribe are inadequate. If they really fight, the Duanmu tribe will have deaths and injuries. Otherwise, let's fight, you kill. I, not only the Yuwen tribe, but the entire Zuoqiu League will be yours. If I want to kill you, then I will choose another high priest for the Duanmu tribe. What do you think?"

"This……"

Duanmu Youyin's brain immediately spun up, and after turning it, he couldn't help but snorted, "My Duanmu tribe has an absolute advantage, so why do I fight you alone?"

"Are you scared?" Liu Lang laughed.

"Exciting general method is useless to me." Duanmu Youyin curled his lips.

If Liu Lang proposed such a proposal when they met, he might consider it. After all, at that time, all the dozen immortal elders of the Duanmu tribe were in Liu Lang's hands.

However, now, more than a dozen Great Immortal elders have returned.

The Duanmu tribe is strong and strong, with a good advantage, isn't that stupid?

"Are you sure you want to start a full-scale war?" Liu Lang asked neatly.

"Of course." Duanmu Youyin said affirmatively.

"That's good." Liu Lang nodded, and patted Yu Wenzhuo next to him, "Get up and work!"

Yu Wenzhuo, who was originally in a coma, slapped a spirit and suddenly woke up.

Looking around, Yu Wenzhuo's gaze shifted to Duanmu Youyin in an instant.

"hiss……"

Duanmu Youyin was taken aback, his complexion suddenly became serious.

One of the characteristics of the golden immortal being able to be called great power is that it ignores the number of opponents.

Yu Wenzhuo was suddenly full of blood and blue, resurrected on the spot, and instantly equalized the strength gap between the two sides.

If he knew that Yu Wenzhuo was fine at all, he would not have to exchange Yu Wenzhuo for more than a dozen Great Immortal elders just now. This was obviously a loss of money.

"Now, how do you want to fight?" Liu Lang smiled at Duanmu Youyin.

"I don't think it is necessary to make so many killings. It is better for us to fight alone." Duanmu Youyin said with a blush and a white face.

With the current strength ratio, the results of a full-scale war between the two sides can be imagined. Whether it is Liu Lang or Yu Wenzhuo, which one will contain him, and the other will unite Yin, they can slaughter the fairyland repairers of the Duanmu tribe.

Of course, the ground-level repairers of the Duanmu tribe can also slaughter all the ground-level repairers of the Yuwen tribe by relying on their number advantages, but that is meaningless.

However, just retreating like this, the four tribes must think that Duanmu tribe and Zuoqiumeng will never give up acting. After thinking about it, Duanmu Youyin can only choose Liu Lang's original proposal.

"It's so good."

Liu Lang laughed loudly.

"Don't talk so much nonsense, let's do it!" Duanmu Youyin was a little embarrassed, and jumped to the front of Liu Lang.

Because the Duanmu Youyin operation was too sudden, Liu Lang didn't even react.

Duanmu Youyin hesitated for a moment, but still slammed out with all his strength. This is a war, not a ring. There are so many rules to talk about. As long as you win, no one will say anything.

"boom……"

The next moment, Liu Lang's body shattered instantly, exploding into a cloud of blood in the air.

"So weak?" Duanmu Youyin was stunned.

In theory, it is normal for Jinxian to kill Daxian with a single blow, but Liu Lang is the leader of Zuoqiu League after all. If he only has this strength, how can he get to the high position of leader?

Duanmu Youyin subconsciously glanced at Yin, Yu Wenzhuo, Big Fat Rabbit, and Xiao Ye behind the blood mist.

They found that instead of panicking at all, these four people were smiling.

"Not good!" Duanmu Youyin instantly realized that the situation was not right.

Turning his head abruptly, Duanmu Youyin was surprised to find that Liu Lang was standing upright behind him, and that tiered fairy sword had almost touched his neck.

Duanmu Youyin shuddered in fright, and quickly drew away.

Can't escape that sword.

With a missed hit, Liu Lang bullied himself and swung the Divine Immortal Sword again to face each other. Duanmu Youyin discovered that Liu Lang's speed was much faster than the average Daxian, but it was far inferior to the Jinxian.

Duanmu Youyin suddenly had a bottom.

He didn't know how Liu Lang avoided him at the first moment, but if Liu Lang had only this level, even if he had the help of an immortal sword in his hand, he would not be his opponent.

"kill!"

Facing the second sword, Duanmu Youyin did not retreat.

When the human swords crossed, Duanmu Youyin slapped a palm on the blade, and the immortal sword screamed in a low voice. It instantly broke away from Liu Lang's control and flew into the sky.

Duanmu Youyin grabbed the void and directly grabbed the Divine Sword into his own hands.

"Good sword, really good sword!" Feeling the sharpness of the ground-level fairy sword, Duanmu laughed, but he was about to erase the spiritual imprint on the ground-level fairy sword and refine it for his own use. , The sword body of the Earth-level Immortal Sword suddenly collapsed.

Together with the immortal sword, there was Liu Lang who lost his weapon on the opposite side and was holding a shattered arm, wailing in pain.

"Or phantom?"

Duanmu Youyin shook his hand and threw away the only remaining sword handle, looked around blankly, sweating at once.

Because, this time, not only Liu Lang is missing, but also Yuwenzhuo, Yin, and the millions of repairmen from the Duanmu and Yuwen tribes are all gone. The surrounding area is dark, and even the individual shadows are not visible.

"Come out, Zuo Qiuhan, come out for me!"

Duanmu Youyin is very clear that these are all illusions, and he must still be in the original place. Unless it is the great power of Tianzun, it is impossible to move a golden immortal to another place silently.

Duanmu Youyin attacked frantically, trying to break the illusion.

Finally, after a quarter of an hour, the darkness around it was like a mirror, cracking to open, Liu Lang, Yin, Yu Wenzhuo, the repairmen of the Duanmu tribe, once again appeared in front of Duanmu Youyin.